Yes. Blowy. That’s how I would describe it, too, although I RARELY — if EVER — use that other word. Believe me, mom. I’m just reposting something from up in Scotland and you know how those Scots are. They don’t mince words.
So it’s been cold and rainy and the winds have been fierce. Pickles and I venture out and as soon as she’s sniffed a few posts and has done what’s needed to be done, we scramble back inside.
When I get ready for bed I have to fill a hot water bottle and slip it between the sheets. AP and I collect wood from the wood pile outside and bring it in to dry and then to burn in our stove. I could almost be a pioneer woman except that it’s not quite that bad.
And then today, just like magic, the sun came out and the air warmed up. I didn’t need gloves when I took Pickles for our morning walk. At noon I walked down the street with my coat unbuttoned.
I saw these:
At 5PM the sun was still in the sky and the birds were singing. They were!
Friends — especially my friends in the midwest and on the east coast, USA — spring is on the way. Do not lose faith.